You could barely recall the last twenty four hours.

Little points stuck out, the sudden pain in your abdomen, the blood that had started spotting in your underwear, Santiago’s panicked driving to the ER, the way the doctor had delivered the news. It had still been early in your pregnancy, that didn’t make it any easier.

You’d returned home at some point. You didn’t know what time it is, or when you had last moved from your bed. The blinds were drawn and the room was eerily silent. Santiago had opted to give you space when, in your shaken state, you had moved away from his attempts at comfort. Hell, he’d needed a moment to process everything himself.

Eventually though, his worry couldn’t be stopped. Santiago gently pushed open the door to the bedroom, seeing the vague outline of your shape. He watched you for a moment, a cup of tea in your hand.

“Baby?” He murmured softly, slowly approaching the bed, his steps soft and measured